The World of Masks

Boom, boom!

Another explosion is coming today. Quickly duck down and find a place to hide. Please, I pray deep in my heart that that explosion doesn't happen where I am.

The gate opens and the horseback riding hurries out. The paladins go out to intercept enemies attacking the city. However, there was no expectation of work in the eyes of those who saw it. This situation has already been repeated for several decades. The paladins who rushed out of the castle had never achieved anything until now. But even though they knew it was pointless, they had to leave the castle. This attack will last much longer if they don't drive them out.

Knuckles!

The shooting stops. As always, people crawl out of hiding places. Screams and wails echo again. People blocked their ears. The screams and wails of despair and mourning that follow the explosion all the time. I really felt like I was going to get Neuroses. The psychological state of the people was already beyond instability until just before the explosion. It was a multireflection of people's quarrels. The fist was easy and the knife was not too bad. There were people praying for suicide. I tried desperately to control the city leadership, but I couldn't stop the rush. The one who prayed to God was fading away. The sincere faith of everyone in the Holy Neutral City was shaken from the root to the ground.

The paladins and the synagogues rush in. In the past, there were even high-ranking people who could hardly see their faces, but citizens were already unable to pay their respects. As always, paladins and priests quietly saved people. At the beginning of the war, I cheered for such paladins and synagogues. I also looked at it with an impressive look. But I don't see any reaction now.

Despair has overwhelmed the entire city. He didn't even know if he was alive or conscious.

Rrrrgh!

I hear a freak coming from the sky. People's faces were white and dull. I looked up at the sky in a hurry, holding my heart trembling. Hundreds of flying monsters were swirling around in the sky. Even if you're living like a corpse, very few people really want to die. You scream and enter the house. The inferno sprinkled by those flying monsters provoked people's primal horrors. You quickly enter the rooftop to avoid the flames. At least that painful flame will prevent it from falling directly upon them. Afterwards, please pray that fire doesn't ignite their homes.

As before, the flying monsters placed what they were holding in their feet. If it were normal, the stuff would have caught fire as soon as it fell off its feet. However, today's flying monsters brought something different than usual.

Falang!

At the celebration, tens of thousands of white papers fell slowly, like pollen. I sat down in the wind, scattered all over the city. The eyes of those who were watching the situation were opened with horror. The anticipated flame does not descend, and a piece of white paper falls.

At first, no one picked up the paper. I didn't even come out. I didn't even know the Demon King was using another vicious weapon. But as time passed, nothing happened. A few people stumbled out of the house. I tapped the paper with my toes. But there was no response. It really seemed like a piece of paper. One by one, two by two, started picking up the paper.

The white paper was densely packed with black writing. Most people think, "What did you write this?" It was. Even though the Holy Neutral City is more advanced and abundant than any other country, it is a medieval civilization. "Most of the ordinary citizens were blind. If only he knew how to write his own name.

However, some of the citizens, who could read, firmly stared at the paper.

[Surrender.]

That's how the first line started.

[All the surrounding countries have already collapsed, and the front lines with the humans have fallen far south. You're already surrounded by us. There is no one to save you. The only way to survive is to burn cruelly and bark miserably, eventually rotting miserably.]

On the paper, the accent of looking down on the superior position was written with ridicule. The eyes of those who read were filled with horror and anger.

[But the Demon King, our master, is generous. God has given down a single cord to those of you who believe and serve false and unclean things. Surrender now. Then you will be able to extend your life as slaves a little longer. If you like the Demon King, you might be able to enjoy the richest movies.]

People's eyes were shaking. A way to escape this lifeless situation has emerged. Even if it means giving up everything they've had so far.

[Abandon all false hope. You have a choice to make. Will you rot miserably in that city or will you accept the joy of serving the Demon King as a slave?]

The people's hands trembled.

[But perhaps your leader will not surrender to such filth. I wish I could bury you with them, but as I said, the Demon King is generous. The whole city doesn't have to surrender. Take this piece of paper and leave the castle. Then they will be treated as slaves to our Demon King. However, if you remain in the city with those who believe in that filth to the very end, you will have to suffer our fierce anger at the last gunshot! Don't expect to die so easily!]

At the end, there was another sentence written.

[We'll get rid of the annoying walls. I want you to keep your head clean and make the right choices.]

That's the end of the letter. The people with the letters were silent for a long time. I just stare at the letter like this.

Since that day, the Demon Lord's attack method has changed.

Boom, boom!

The Demon Lord's artillery has focused on the walls. The thick, tall wall eventually collapses with the bullets that keep hitting it. Nevertheless, I did not see any sign of the Demon King's Basics invading. You repeats your fire on the wall, just as if your enemies were left behind.

There was a disturbance among the inhabitants of the city. Few could read the article, but that was enough for the rumor to spread. The attack has been stopped in the city for a while. Relaxing in people's minds, that relaxation led to worry. When a few people got together, they talked about the note. Just as rumors are used to, rumors circulating in the city are overwhelming. Since it was originally written on paper, there were rumors that surrendering would not only lead to a happy life, but also a life like livestock. However, people's hearts were shaken violently. I didn't want to feel this anxious anymore. Under no circumstances will you die. Of course, the leaders of the city told people not to believe in "Devil's Enchantment." I confiscated all the papers. He who carried it was also punished. But already, with insecurity, doubts about the leadership skills, and the need for life, people secretly owned a piece of paper for at least one person.

And one day, one of them crosses the wall in the middle of the night. The wall has already fallen so far that it cannot carry out its mission. Only part of the wall, where the liver is still standing, seems to show the spectacular past. But the glory of the past was not enough to catch the runaway.

The next day, there will be lives. The next day, the whole family. Citizens' departure has accelerated.

If there was a wall, we could have stopped it. Whether or not a city surrenders depends largely on the decision of the city gate and the leadership who manages the troops. However, it was already after the wall had been completely destroyed. Despite the constant patrols of the soldiers, the deserters do not stop.

When I woke up, the family living in the building next door disappeared, and when I woke up, the family living in the building next door disappeared. People were increasingly swarming around the military. And there was a reason for the psychological outburst.

Even today, paper fell from the sky. Citizens stared at the falling paper face to face as they were already familiar with it. A lot of paper fell on my feet and flew away.

"Huh?"

A sliding man looks away from the paper on his feet senselessly. I picked up a piece of paper stepped on my foot. Up until now, there have been identical writings written on paper, but today was different. He who picked up the paper could read. Read only letters written in black ink rolling over your eyes. His face is new.

The paper has not been written to condemn surrender as before. What's written is ultimatum. It was the day the gun attack began. And until then, there was a terrifying warning that everyone left in the city would be exterminated.

Rumors spread throughout the city in an instant. Two weeks after the start of the total attack. Citizens' departure has accelerated. The leadership tried desperately to stop the Holy Neutral City, but there were not enough troops around the city to defend it for 24 hours. Citizens must have picked up the paper sown by the Demon Prince and left the city for the last remaining hope. As such, the Holy Neutral City of Miltsk slowly walked the path of collapse without even fighting properly.

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